Glissading down toward
pottery...

Last night, I looked in
the mirror, and wasn't...

My body is a prison;
frozen fingertips hunch...

I feel it
- a nudge of safety...

I can't even write with music of my own choosing,
because there is a persistance surrounding my...

The lies we tell ourselves are toxic. And by...
I return to them. All of them. The men. The...

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Everyone seems to critique your image...

As You breathed onto valleys and
endless bearing gardens...

Before the stifling winds reach
the nape of my neck...

Throw words at me...
Don't fret, for I won't rip and snarl at them...

My baby boy
look past the receding snow...

When everything, and nothing, scares you.
When you know you'll know about everyone's...